“Hell if I know.” Dan switches from dragging Price to pulling Price into a quick hug, an I’m glad you’re alive embrace he hopes is alright now that he doesn’t have his ability to read emotions, a gesture he figures Price hasn’t gotten a lot of in his life. “You were going postal on one of those monsters. Might could have been the way they mess with people’s heads.”

They messed with Dan’s pretty badly; fortunately for him and everyone else on their side in the fight, Dan responds to upset by throwing himself back into the action. Hard to sit around milling in the memories of your dead family when you’re lining up shots to pin a soulless beast.

“Let’s go. Time for our second daring escape.” Dan gestures with his chin towards the horses, eyes on Price still, trying to take an inventory of ways Price might be injured.